DH got home from his four day out-of-state trip tonight. After getting dinner at Arby's and going to the half price bookstore (where we bought this really nicely illustrated version of 'The Velveteen Rabbit' for 8 bucks), we came home. I did the Scavenger Hunt, and DH conked out on the bed for a couple hours.

When I got in bed to sleep, he roused himself. We had some QT, and then he began to gab. Don't get me wrong, I love conversations like that, but I had gotten no sleep Thursday night and was so tired. I fell in and out of consciousness for over an hour while he talked abt the business he's going to start when we move.

All of a sudden, DH jumped out of bed and looked out the window. He said, 'Somebody's breaking into a car! We have to call 9-1-1!' Before I could even process that, he was on the phone giving a play-by-play, 'He's getting the radio out. He's almost done. He's walking down the street. The police car is right there. Yes, he should see him.' [The guy cut into the ragtop and was hanging half in and out of the car in order to grab the fancy faceplate of the system the owner had accidently left in the car that afternoon.]

A police car's siren wailed by our window two seconds after this, and I was finally wide awake.

DH went downstairs to talk to the neighbor across the street (not his car), who had also heard the strange noise DH had said he'd heard and known someone was breaking in, while I peeked out the blinds to watch. Three police cars, with their lights flashing, were clustered at the far corner of our block, and I thought I saw a flashlight bobbing up and down.

A few minutes later, DH ran back upstairs for a minute to say that they hadn't caught the guy (must have hit that pavement running!), but were combing the area for him. DH was standing there at the curb, waiting to be interviewed by someone since he'd made 'the call,' but the police didn't seem too interested.

[I tried to tell SD14 what was going on, as she always thinks illegal/bad things are 'cool,' but she's a hard one to wake out of sleep. I told her the story twice before she said, 'Okay.' and flopped back down in bed back into sleep.]

One of the policemen took photos, with a big professional photog camera, of the car and the shattered window while DH stood in front of our house. I guess he could prolly see me with the blinds cracked and my little face peering out, but I didn't care. Finally, the neighbor's boyfriend, who owns the car, came out of the house and was mad abt what had happened as he'd been working on the car all day in order to sell it.

They caught the perp hiding behind a fence and underneath a house's front porch by siccing the dogs on his scent! I was worried abt the perp IDing DH as the one who'd called and try to do something to him, now or later, but the cops made the guy stand in the middle of the street, with DH to the side, and then shone a flashlight in his face so he couldn't see anything. DH said there were two outstanding warrants on him, so he's evidently done something like this before.

And that was my night! DH and I are still awake (at 5 am CST), two hours after everything went down, as I'm still wired. DH will get written up in the neighborhood newsletter, so I'll definitely scrap a page after we get that!

__________________
><> LeeAndra <><
CREATING FOR
Miss Hunibuni :: Rachael Giallongo :: Mandabean
Two Little Pixels :: Chirpi Creative
April guest for Kelly Thompson and Scarletheels

Gosh it is wonderful that is news there, LeEanDra!
Here in Vancovuer this is such a regular occurrance it hardly gets a raised eyebrow!

Every morning the streets are littered with broken glass all around my neighbourhood.

__________________
Jacqueline
Kitty and Baby Mama
My Gallery

Bad boys, bad boys whatcha gonna do-
whatcha gonna do when they come for you

Maybe you'll be on the next COPS!

Jacqueline-
I'm pretty sure there is a lot of crime in Indianapolis, but it's not everyday when it's right outside your bedroom window

__________________
~Laurie Garza~

Laurie, outside my window we have had a murder by gunshot and a stabbing.
The stabbing woke us up. But we were so used to the crime here we slept right through the gunshot.... True story!

__________________
Jacqueline
Kitty and Baby Mama
My Gallery